Terry was glad that Oliver had been there, he'd have hated for all that work to go to waste because he couldn't work his fingers correctly. "Good reflexes," he said weakly, closing his eyes against the pain. It didn't help.
"What was your first clue, genius?" he snapped, cracking an eye open and pouting up at Oliver. He sighed though, and leaned into the touch, letting Oliver steady him on the chair.
He tipped his head back obediently, but nearly toppled over backwards as the movement sent a sharp pain through his brain and he turned his head, burying his face in Oliver's side as the pain receded. Oliver's robes were soft and dark, and it was nice. "Dun wan muff," Terry said, his voice muffled by the material of Oliver's robes.